Gradur ft. Lacrim - La Douille (English lyrics)

Intro :
Sheguey
Squad

Chorus (Gradur) :
I lied to this little bitch and made her believe that my shit was buzzin
I told her that I knew a couple football players for her to get naked
I lied to this little son of a bitch and told him that I was selling blow
I gave him an appointment at which I showed up with a ski mask and a gat and robbed him of all of his money
Yeah my nigga, I fucked him over, yeah my arab friend, I fucked him over
The plan worked, he fell for it, Yeah my nigga I fucked him over
Special shout out to my brothers that are locked up behind bars, all of my opressed brothers
Insh’Allah you’ll soon get out, all of my brothers that are locked up behind bars

1st verse (Gradur) :
Yeah my nigga life is tough, Keef just got out of jail
But Zakay is still there, fuck it, we keep the dope house running
I arrive in my BMW, rolling at 20 km/h
Hem, Scheitzer, you know the sector
We stay strapped up like the niggas in Chiraq, I only fear god
A couple chumps, a couple bums, my nigga (Squad!)
Some weed, some blow and some H (Squad!)
The lookout boys are downstairs in front of each buildings
The boys in blue, the cops are out patrolling (Sheguey!)
When shit gets hard, it’s every man for himself, but these bastards think they know it all
Go and tell that to Derek, McNulty, that the real gangster are the ones in power
I swear on François Hollande’s mother that I’m taking over this rap game
You want to go war with only a few soldiers, I hope that you know what you’re doing
We were driving tanks, handling weapons, fuck you, you were out here licking pussys
You never stacked more than 10 000 euros in your life, what the fuck are you talking about ?
Your sister is a whore, she’s been around the block more than this bottle of Jack Daniel
Tell them Lacrim, I’m about to make a killing like you did, here in the 9-4
Fuck you, I only fuck with my real arabs, with my real niggas
You’ve been out here sucking dicks real hard, you’re nothing more than a cum stain on the microphone

Chorus :
I lied to this little bitch and made her believe that my shit was buzzin
I told her that I knew a couple football players for her to get naked
I lied to this little son of a bitch and told him that I was selling blow
I gave him an appointment at which I showed up with a ski mask and a gat and robbed him of all of his money
Yeah my nigga, I fucked him over, yeah my arab friend, I fucked him over
The plan worked, he fell for it, Yeah my nigga I fucked him over
Special shout out to my brothers that are locked up behind bars, all of my opressed brothers
Insh’Allah you’ll soon get out, all of my brothers that are locked up behind bars

2nd verse (Lacrim) :
They talk a lot of shit, they’re our students
They’ve sucked on too many dicks, they’ve got cum all over they’re faces
If the money’s there, you’re damn right, we’ll rob them
We were raised by wolves, we’re not the ones to provoke
Tell them Sheguey, yeah they’re bluffing
There’s those that have bitches and those that have 9 millis
Those that have 9 millis, those that have 9 millis
We were vultures already back when your mom was still laying eggs
We don’t snitch homie
Fuck you, homie, we’re here for the
Yeah the money, we’re hustling, you already know, we’re savouring the moment
I’m fucking life from behind, that’s the way we make love
That’s the way we make love, It’s either you make money or you go to jail
My nose is in my own business while yours is in the powder
I never smoked any low quality shit, why make noise
We’ve got silencers, just take a look in my cellar
I know that deep down you’re dying to be me
I’ve got big balls, automatic weapons
Fucking you up, that’s how we approach you
Despite all of the sins that we may have committed, we only worship Allah
I drove 800 miles, rolled about 10 blunts, 40 kilos of weed, 6 litrons de zipèt (??)
Toujours anti-ped couleur tipex (??)
Big up to Lil Durk, fuck T-Pain
I’ll fuck you and you’ll pay for it, bring your pussy over here
They offer me glasses of champagne when I’m out shopping
You dirty son of a bitch, Louboutins and Philipp Plein
You’re damn right we’re loaded
Money filled to the brim, living larger than life
I make it rain, I make it it shine, I’m Catherine Laborde
I swear on your sister’s life, I’ll be certified gold in 10 days
If you don’t have my money, just know that I’m the only boss on deck

Bridge (Lacrim) x2 :
We’ve got, weapons under our vests, even in my sleep I keep screwing these guys
Weapons under ours vests, some money, 6 litrons sous la presse (??)